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About Nagoya

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Trip to Rausu in Hokkaido

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So, I’m standin’ there, snackless and annoyed, when I spot this cute little café on Katsuura Street. I figured, why not? I go in, and the vibe is super chill. The barista, this young guy, is all smiles. He’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Coffee, please!” He hands me this cup that’s basically a work of art. I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but dang!

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